My journey like most, is long, sometimes uphill, at times down hill at an uncontrollable pace, and on occasion my life plateaus.
I was raised in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. In other words a Mormon household. I was taught the gospel as far back as I can remember. I attended church with my parents, as a family that is what we did. I was a good boy attending all my meetings in general. Through all of my experiences as a youth I did not realize I was gaining a testimony. I participated sometimes out of obligation more than desire but I never fought against it. Little by little as I grew older and took on more responsibility, my testimony grew. My relationship with my Father in Heaven grew. One day I realized that I knew the gospel was true, not because my parents said so, but because the spirit confirmed it to me. It came more over time doing a series of small obedient things than in one miraculous event. I am okay with that because more often than not that is how it works. I am grateful for the blessings of the Lord, putting me in a place in which my parents would find me and adopt me therefore allowing me to be raised by good parents in the gospel of Jesus Christ. This has made all of the difference in my life. All that I do and all that I am, my family, friends, everything important to me is directly linked to the gospel of Jesus Christ.
I know the church is true. I know that Christ lives, He overcame death and sin. Jesus Christ leads and guides the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints through His servant the prophet. The gospel of Jesus Christ, His priesthood authority and keys are upon the earth today having been restored through the prophet Joseph Smith.
